User blog comment:Brigadier Barty/Tavern of the Rusted Claw/@comment-2246928-20140724202222/@comment-2246928-20140731031452

''Slank expressionlessly stood up as the sounds of battle finally met the two vermin's ears. Taking a step towards his beloved ship, he placed a paw against its sea-bitten hull. The weasel looked up at it the way a broken father would as he whispered.'' "We're too late." Turning away, he drew his cutlass from his belt, nodding to the ferret as he spoke in a voice cold with barely-contained wrath. "Draw your carver, Swisher, and clamp it in your teeth. We're climbing aboard."

Harchet shook his head, disbelief at this ferret's stupidity stamped onto his features. "Whotever'll send ye t' 'Ellgates smilin', mate..." The weasel charged, swinging an axe at Raggs